Friday, July 14, 2023

PHOTOTAXIS

Curious 
how the littlest 
gash of white light 

which swims past the iris 
in the eyes 
of a friend—and, 

at the bedside, 
how the meagerest drip 
from a night light

will abate, in those 
great tracts of land 
deep inside us,

some vast and ever-
roving pestilence 
of black. Perhaps 

that's why the endless 
redundancy 
of stars 

has never 
done more than
the littlest bit 

to bore 
or discourage their
bewildered observers.